Fair is Fair ll

The collective birthday party for Paige and April started winding down. Even though the focus was ostensibly Paige's 21st, more attention had been paid to April and most of the gifts (including mine) were baby-related. But only 'most'. One of Paige's friends had brought her a bottle of tequila, sealed with a note that read: "Open only after April can eat solid foods."

We'd ended up with a total of nine guests, including me. One-by-one, they had started to say their goodbyes and take their leave. And when April started getting cranky and wanted to go down for an afternoon nap, I figured it would be a good time to make my escape as well.

I went up to Paige, who was holding the baby and swaying gently. I bent down and kissed the redhead on her cheek, saying, "I'm going to head out. I'll come back again soon."

"No, wait," Paige pleaded quietly. "I want to talk to you later. Can you stick around?"

Glancing across the room, I noticed that Aunt Polly, Kady, and Noelle were puttering around, cleaning up gift wrappers and empty food trays. I nodded, replying, "Sure." And then I went to join the others in cleaning up.

Paige took April down the hall and into the nursery. About five minutes later, she returned and rather shyly took my hand. I left the others to finish the cleanup and let her lead me back down the hall and into her bedroom. And I stood in the middle of the room looking for a good place to sit down and chat while she closed the door behind us.

But Paige didn't have chatting in mind. I felt her slip a hand into mine again and pull me around to face her. Her left hand went up behind my neck, tugging downward so that I could meet her 5'2" height. And before I could really think about it, her lips molded themselves around mine.

We'd kissed so many times in the past couple of years that it was only natural to cinch my arm around her and kiss her back. But a second later, my mind woke up and I pulled away, "Whoa-whoa-whoa," I stammered, bringing a hand up between us. "We shouldn't be doing this."

"Please," Paige begged quietly, her blue eyes big and bright as she looked up at me. She didn't throw herself at me, and indeed her passive sadness was more compelling than if she had. "I haven't felt the touch of a man in forever. In fact, it was the last time I was with you. I love my baby, but I've been really lonely out here. It's not like I'm in a situation where I can easily go out and find a date. I'm really horny, the doctors cleared me for sex three months ago, and I was really hoping you could help me out here. I'm not asking for anything else. No commitments or promises. I won't ask you to come back in a few days or anything like that. Just give me an hour here, today, while April's asleep."

"It's not that simple, Red. I'm with Dawn, and you know I'd never do anything behind her back."

"Is that the only reason?"

I frowned. "It's reason enough."

Quickly, Paige's hand darted into the pocket of my jeans, fishing out my cell phone and then holding it up to me. "Call her. Ask her. I won't do this without her permission."

My eyebrows furrowed as I reached out and took the phone. But I paused before dialing. Asking Dawn for permission to do this was a moot point if I didn't want to do it myself. I was friends with Paige, and she was still a pretty girl, but did I really need this?

"Please," Paige begged again, this time a little more urgently. She took hold of my hips and pushed me back to a sturdy armchair, pressing me down into the seat. She knelt before me, reaching forward and rubbing her hands over my crotch. "I'll make it good for you. You know I will."

"I'm not worried about that. But we're friends, Paige."

"And we'll stay friends," she reassured me. "Please. I need this. And you're the only one in the world who can give it to me."

I took a deep breath, raising my eyebrows and considering it. It wasn't like Paige and I had never done this before. And it's not like it would be a big chore for me. For whatever failings we'd had as a romantic couple, great sex was never a problem for us. Paige was horny, I was around, and I could give her what she needed.

"Call it a 21st birthday present," Paige offered.

That brought a chuckle out of me, and I shrugged in acceptance. But I raised my eyebrows and held up the phone. "I still won't do this without Dawn's blessing, and even then only if I'm sure she won't mind."

"Of course, of course," Paige agreed. Then she watched excitedly as I held down the speed dial to my girlfriend.

She didn't pick up the first time I called her. The moment it went to voicemail, I sighed and closed up the clamshell. This wasn't the sort of thing that could be asked by message. I looked at Paige, and her face fell when I told her, "She's not picking up." But just when I started to re-dial her, my phone lit up with an incoming call.

"Hey," I answered, already knowing from the caller ID that it was my girlfriend.

"Hey, what's up?" Dawn asked. "You called?"

"Yeah, I've ... uh ... got something I need to ask you," I began. Paige's face had already brightened when Dawn called me back. And the petite redhead now grinned a Cheshire smile as she walked her fingers up my thigh and toward my crotch. Smiling, I batted her hand away. "I'm not sure how to explain this. But basically, Paige is really horny and hasn't gotten laid since she left our house in Berkeley."

Dawn immediately started barking in laughter. In the background, I heard Gwen asking, "What's so funny?"

Paige took advantage of my distracted state to once again get her hands into my crotch, this time popping the button on my jeans and then pulling down the zipper before I batted her away again.

"Are you asking me what I think you're asking me?" Dawn inquired, still with amusement in her voice. I gathered that she didn't want to spell it out on her end of the line.

"Yeah, basically she wants a mercy fuck."

Paige frowned, momentarily looking annoyed at the terminology I'd used. But a second later, she shrugged and nodded as if agreeing that the phrase was indeed appropriate.

Dawn laughed again. "And you want to give it to her?"

"Well, I mean, I'm here and there's really no one else she can go to..."

"But do you want to?"

I glanced down, watching as Paige now extracted my half-hard cock from my shorts and stroked it eagerly. Her eyes were locked onto my prick, staring at it as if she were cradling a statue made of solid gold. She licked her lips, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of arousal as I imagined those pretty lips being wrapped around my shaft.

I was about to answer in the affirmative, but my brain caught me at the last second and I felt my ardor wane a bit. "Uh, is this a trick question? You know, the kind where you ask if I want to and I'm going to get in trouble the second I say 'yes', even if I don't actually do anything?"

Dawn started laughing again, choking a bit as she must have had some spit go down the wrong pipe. Gwen asked again in the background, "Seriously, what's going on?"

Robin chimed in, "I think it's something naughty."

Gwen sighed. "It's Ben. Big surprise."

By then, Dawn had recovered her breath and collected herself. "It's not a trick. I can already tell that you want to because you never would have called me if you didn't. So let me put your mind at ease. Go ahead and fuck the shit out of her, you silly goat. Unequivocal enough for you?"

I blinked in surprise.

In the background, Robin chirped, "Did she just say what I thought she said?"

Paige chose to take that moment to inhale my prick, stuffing the first three inches of it into her mouth whether Dawn agreed or not. She just couldn't resist. And groaning, I replied, "Uh, yeah. Clear enough."

"She's already getting started, isn't she?" Dawn asked knowingly, recognizing the strain in my voice.

"Uh-huh," I mumbled.

"Well tell her to enjoy. Consider it a happy birthday present from me."

"I will."

"Sure thing. Oh, and honey? Do you want fried rice or chow fun for dinner tonight? We're going to the Chinese market later."

My eyes popped open, amazed that Dawn was so casually asking me about dinner plans two seconds after telling me to fuck the shit out of another woman. My girlfriend was one in a million. "Uh, chow fun sounds good."

"Okay. Remember to say 'happy birthday' to Paige for me."

"I will," I groaned as Paige shoved the tip of my mushroom head into her throat, rubbing her nose up against my short and curlies while she moaned in obvious heat.

"Bye babe," Dawn finished. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

And then she hung up.

Paige pulled me out of her throat, gasping for air and giving me a shit-eating grin. "She said 'yes'?"

I nodded. "And she says, 'Happy Birthday'."

"I'll have to send her a Thank You card." And then she deep-throated me once again.

"Hey, save some for April," Paige admonished me with a giggle, bopping the top of my head.

"Mmph," I mumbled and smiled around the redhead's swollen nipple, taking one more suck to slurp out another squirt of breastmilk. It really did taste like melon juice. I'd first heard that it did while I was in high school, but just dismissed the terminology as Kenny's slang for calling breasts a pair of "melons".

I then let my head fall back down onto Paige's pillow, grinning as she resumed her up and down humping motions while she steadily rode my cock.

"I wish you didn't have to go," she sighed, slowing herself down as if to prolong the time she could remain with my dick inside her body. We'd already fucked twice, and this third and final go-round would have to last her until she either found another man to do it for her or talked me into coming back. In the middle of the sex, we both wanted to make this a regularly scheduled thing. But during our last downtime, we both realized that it wouldn't be the right thing to do. It wouldn't be fair to Dawn, and Paige needed to think of a future that didn't require me.

"Life goes on," I reminded her. "Single-mother or not, there are lots of great guys out in the world. You'll find the right one."

"I already did," she sighed mournfully, still pumping her body up and down. "He's just already taken."

I shook my head and pulled her down into a sweet kiss. She didn't pull away though, and as our lips increased their force and pressure, so did Paige's pumping motions. Gradually, we sped up and fucked harder, and soon my little redhead was crying out her latest orgasmic release.

"Better ... pull ... off ... soon..." I grunted about ten seconds after her cries died out. She was still riding me hard, digging for an aftershock orgasm, but I knew I couldn't last that long and put my hands on her hips to pry her off my cock if need be.

"I don't want to," Paige moaned. "I want to feel it."

"You do that, and you might get knocked up again," I warned.

"Wasn't so bad," she rationalized. "Might be worth it."

"PAIGE," I growled.

"Oh, poo."

Both of us started chuckling then. Paige sighed mournfully and then rather angrily thumped her body down on me extra hard three times. The force and feelings were so good, I just barely kept myself from ejaculating. She stopped entirely then, just resting with my dick fully imbedded inside her pussy. And reaching down to stroke my cheek, she murmured, "But if it was your baby, then maybe you'd stay with me."

"Paige," I warned again.

Sighing wearily, she nodded and then dismounted me. This close to firing, she only had to suck on me for a few seconds while jacking my shaft to get me to cum, and I quickly filled her mouth with every last drop that remained in my balls.

When I was done, she smiled and opened her mouth to show me the pool of jism she'd collected. And then tossing her head back like she'd taken a shot of alcohol, she swallowed it all in one gulp.

"You know," I wondered. "If everything you eat goes into your breastmilk production, then does that mean my semen gets converted into-"

"Don't even go there," Paige cut me off.

"Sorry, Red," I apologized.

She giggled, and I laughed. And then she leaned over me for one final, forlorn kiss.

"Happy Birthday," I said softly when she pulled away.

"Thanks for coming."

-- MARCH 2005, JUNIOR YEAR --

"Mmm-wah! Bye, babe." Dawn kissed me before hoisting her purse strap over her shoulder as she descended the porch steps and headed for the sidewalk. Today was one of the days when she had class before me, and she was off to school while I was still in my pajamas.

I was still at the door when Brooke and DJ emerged from DJ's bedroom, similarly dressed for school. Even though there was a perfectly good bathroom between their rooms, the girls had taken to getting ready for the mornings in front of DJ's vanity. Well, DJ did. Brooke didn't wear much makeup, so she usually just hung out in DJ's room to chat while the blonde finished putting on her face.

"Hey, hey. Aren't you two going to get some breakfast? Kim made a bunch of waffles."

"No time. Gonna be late. Bye, Ben!" Brooke hopped up and pecked my cheek on her way out the door.

DJ then did the same, pecking my opposite cheek while also goosing my butt. "Bye, Ben."

Shaking my head, I turned and went back into the living room to finish my own breakfast. Kim was just finishing her meal, and she stood up while grabbing both her and Dawn's empty plates. I sat down, picking up my knife and fork before deciding that I wanted a little more maple syrup and pouring an extra dollop onto what remained of my waffle.

Kim came out of the kitchen then. I'd assumed she would head upstairs to finish getting ready for her own class that began in another hour, the same as usual for Tuesdays and Thursdays. But instead she returned directly to the table and – without a word – ducked down and crawled beneath it.

Frowning, I stopped mid-chew, tucking my piece of waffle into the corner of my mouth. Kim soon reappeared, this time right between my legs. And she had a rather impish smile as she reached up and slipped a hand through the open flap of my pajama pants.

"What are you doing?" I mumbled around the waffle still in my mouth.

"I thought I might please my Master," she hummed melodically, flashing her dark eyes up to me. "With your permission of course."

I thought about it for about 17 milliseconds before shrugging and nodding. "Permission granted," I said, still with a mouthful of food.

Five minutes later, my plate was finished. Kim was getting a mouthful of something else.

"Mmm-wah! Bye, babe." Dawn kissed me before hoisting her backpack over her shoulder and turning in the direction of her next class.

I waved to her as she left, then turned around and headed in the opposite direction. I had an hour and a half before my next class, and there was an Xbox controller with my name on it.

But I was almost home when my phone rang. Bert's name flashed on the exterior LCD, and I flipped it open to answer. "Hey, what's up?"

"I ... uh ... I'm not going to make it to your place today," he said apologetically.

"Something else come up?" I asked in curiosity.

Bert chuckled. "You could say that. Esther wants me to come visit during this break between classes. She wants to try out something Sarah just taught her."

I laughed. Bert and the Tri-Delt junior had been going at things pretty hot and heavy in the weeks since the Blowjob Class. They had a lot in common, from their Korean heritage to academic intelligence and apparently taste in music. More importantly, both were relatively new to the wonders of wild sex, and both had taken to it with some enthusiasm. Bert and Esther were hooking up every free chance they could get, and from what I gathered, Esther's big sister Sarah Henley was their frequent companion/instructor.

"Have fun," I encourage Bert. "I'll see you later."

"Sure thing." He hung up.

Two minutes later, I stood in the foyer of my empty house. Dawn was in class. Brooke and DJ would either be in class or at Vivian's. And Kim spent the afternoons with her friends.

I figured I could either get a head start on my homework and studying, or pick up my Xbox controller, even if I had to play by myself.

Xbox controller it was.

"Mmm-wah! Bye, babe." Dawn waved to me as she headed off northward across campus to her next class.

"See you tonight," Kim said as she folded her binder across her chest and headed westward for her friends' house.

"Laters, dude. Wish me luck," Bert said with a grin, heading south for the Tri-Delt house.

"I'll see you later, Ben," Sasha said politely as she hoisted her backpack, grimacing slightly in pain.

"Hip still bothering you?" I asked, gesturing with my hand.

"A little," she admitted.

"Still hasn't healed by now?"

"Oh, it should've," Sasha sighed wearily. "But only rest will really heal it and I can't afford to really rest."

"Why not? You need a wheelchair or something to stay off it?"

Sasha blushed and shook her head. "Uh, not exactly. It's nothing, really. I'm fine."

I frowned. We'd started walking and she was still moving with a noticeable limp. "You don't look so fine. Here, lemme at least carry your bag for you."

"Oh, you don't have to do that."

I rolled my eyes and just reached over, sliding my hand beneath the strap and hoisting it. "Seriously. I promise: I have no ulterior motives. Just trying to help out."

Sighing gratefully, Sasha let me take her backpack off her other shoulder and I slung it around mine. We started walking again.

I then looked forward and asked. "Where are we headed? I don't think I've ever figured out exactly where you go after the team splits up."

"Ah, Koshman."

"The Biology building? That's clear across campus!"

Sasha nodded. "You should probably give me my bag back. I don't want to make you walk all that way."

Shaking my head, I clapped a hand over the strap to prevent her from taking the bag back. "No, no. You just concentrate on getting there. I've got a free period anyway."

"But surely there are better things for you to do than carry my bag for me."

I shrugged. "I usually just play video games during this period. And my gaming buddy just went in the other direction to visit his girlfriend. Really, I'm happy to do this."

Sasha looked at me oddly. "If you say so. I'm not going to turn you down."

"Do NOT tell me you've been waiting out here all this time." Sasha gawked at me, holding her backpack over her shoulders as she came out of Koshman Hall. I was sitting on the exact same bench where she'd left me an hour and a half earlier to go into class.

"No, no, of course not. Went down to Shattuck and grabbed a frappucino. Plus, I picked up this baby for you." I reached down and patted the blue Jansport backpack on the ground beside me. From the outside, it looked almost identical to Sasha's current blue Jansport backpack - only mine was much newer and had the added feature of being wheeled, with a telescoping handle like airline luggage carry-ons.

Sasha stared at the backpack in stunned silence. She glanced back at her own somewhat dilapidated pack with its scuff marks and fabric tears. One of the zipper handles had also broken off the main compartment. She then looked back at my new pack, and immediately started shaking her head. "Oh, no. I couldn't possibly-"

"Of course you can," I cut her off. Grabbing the handle, I pulled it all the way out and then spun the pack around on its wheels before rolling it forward to her. I then held up the receipt and said, "If you don't like the color or something, you can exchange it."

"Ben, really, I can't repay you for-"

"Don't worry about it. It's a gift. Just think of it as a team leader trying to help a team member be more productive. Take some weight off that hip around all the paved walkways here. And it's still light enough to lift if you need to go up stairs. Here, take it."

"Ben-"

"Do you have a class coming up soon? You'll need a minute to re-pack all your books and things. And I've got to get across campus for my own class, too. So here, it's yours. I gotta run, okay? See you later!"

"So Sasha told me you were the one who got her a new set of wheels," Dawn commented as we turned the final corner and approached the house.

I shrugged. "Was nothing."

"It was something. You gave her the receipt. That thing cost almost a hundred bucks."

I frowned. "Well I didn't want to give her some cheap piece of crap that would fall apart inside a month. Besides, I can afford it. Haven't been on a date in forever."

"Hey!" Dawn smacked my arm. "And here I was, just about to tell you how sweet you were."

I laughed. "I'm still sweet."

"I know you are, babe." Dawn held my elbow and slowed me down enough to kiss my cheek. We resumed walking, and she glanced over at me. "Has it really been that long since we've gone out on a date?"

"I dunno. Since January?" I shrugged. "I'm not complaining. You've been cooking these gourmet banquets on Friday nights ever since you joined that class, so there's been no need to go out to dinner."

"But surely there's been a Saturday..."

I shook my head. "Nope. But again, I'm not complaining." I smirked and added, "Actually, this all works in my favor. I don't have to wine or dine you. We go straight to hopping in bed and screwing like bunnies."

"I guess there's that." Dawn giggled and nodded. But she sighed and wrapped her arm around mine a little more tightly. "But this does point out something: I've been neglecting you."

I frowned. "No you haven't."

She sighed. "Sure I have. I spend more time with Gwen and Robin nowadays than I do with you."

I shrugged. "They're your friends. And I've had Bert to game with."

"But he's in his honeymoon phase with Esther now. Neither of us ever sees the boy."

"I can take care of myself."

"But you shouldn't have to. Big Ben should never have to go without company."

"Kim's around a lot. It's been nice, having some time to talk to her. And ... of course ... do other things," I said with plenty of innuendo in my tone.

Dawn sighed. "But even she spends most of her afternoons with her friends. You're all alone."

"I'm fine."

"Maybe I should take a page out of Adrienne's book. Send over some hot babes to entertain you whenever I'm not around."

"Ugh, like Paige and Grace?"

"No, not like Paige and Grace. I told you, no ulterior motives. I'm talking about what she did in High School. What were some of those girls she told me about... ? Helene-something? Heather?"

I laughed and waved my hands in front of her. "No-no-no. I'm fine, really. That Tri-Delt Blowjob Class was wild enough. The last thing I need is a hookup with a random girl while you're not around. Seriously, I'm good."

"No, you're right," Dawn said with a mischievous smile. "I've got a better idea."

I read her expression and arched an eyebrow. "Oh, no. I'm not sure I like where this is going."

Dawn started laughing immediately. With an extra waggle in her eyebrows and a look that told me she knew exactly what she was saying to me, she managed to sputter, "Trust me."

I just buried my face in my palm.

"Mmm-wah! Bye, babe." Dawn kissed me before hoisting her backpack over her shoulder and turning in the direction of her next class. "Now promise me you'll go straight home."

"Dawn, I've told you a hundred times. You don't have to make anything up to me or feel guilty. Heck, you're not even 'abandoning' me right now," I said, miming the air quotes with my fingers. "You're going to class!"

"Whatever. The next two hours were available in their schedules."

"Their?" I queried.

Dawn giggled and blew me a kiss. "It's already arranged. Just go home!"

I sighed and watched as she hurried away from me, leaving to get to her class on time, but also to forestall any further protests from me. Shaking my head, I turned in the direction of home and started walking.

Along the way, I mentally compiled the list of possible surprises Dawn could have waiting for me. She'd warned me that she might send some girls my way, the way Adrienne had done to me in High School. And from the comment about "their" schedules, I knew she was sending me at least two people.

Based on that information, I thought that a few Tri-Delts would be at the top of the list, maybe Jocelyn and Kelly or perhaps Nora and Whitney. There was even a chance that she'd stayed in touch with girls from the Blowjob Class, and Jamie Miano and Madison Keynes both had shown clear interest in an encore after that night.

But then, Dawn had made reference to having a "better" idea. So maybe it was possible that she wasn't arranging for me to have sex. But given the limited friendships I'd formed, I couldn't see who else Dawn could send to me. Bert was my video game partner, and there wasn't anyone else I could really see playing games with. If she wanted me to have friends to hang out with, I could almost see Dawn arranging for Gwen and Robin to spend some time catching up with me, but such an arrangement would really just feel too forced and unnatural. Better to just get together as a big group. Apart from them, I was at a total loss for what to expect.

I decided then and there that if Dawn had sent some girls to me to have sex, I would politely decline. If nothing else, I wanted to prove to my girlfriend that my sex life had been just fine, that she wasn't neglecting me, and that I didn't need anyone else. With the lone exception of that one hookup for Paige's birthday, and my occasional one-on-one's with Kim, all of my sexual activities took place WITH Dawn by my side. That wasn't something I really wanted to change.

If nothing else, fair was fair, and I didn't want to set a precedent for Dawn to have sex without ME.

On the other hand, if Dawn had arranged for me to be entertained in some form that didn't involve sex, I would play that by ear. For all I knew, she'd hired a magician and an assistant to set up shop in our living room and entertain me for an hour before sending me off to class. I knew the idea sounded completely ridiculous, but then I really had no clue what else to expect.

Of course, in hindsight, I shouldn't have been surprised. When I entered the house and walked down the hallway, the two people waiting for me made 100%, absolute perfect sense. Dawn had indeed come up with a better idea than a hookup with some random girl.

"Hi, Big Brother," Brooke's voice floated through the open doorway of DJ's bedroom.

I turned, staring into the bedroom with my jaw on the floor. My little sister and DJ were kneeling side-by-side on top of DJ's bed. Their hair was pulled back tight against their scalps and then tied off in matching ponytails. Both wore heavy black eyeshadow, leather collars around their necks, and very revealing black lingerie that defined the term "trashy". It was the same Frederick's of Hollywood gear that Adrienne had sent to them back before October.

Brooke and DJ were also holding hands, and together, they raised them. Only then did I realize the girls were handcuffed together at the wrist.

"That looks like its going to be a challenge," I mumbled, pointing at the cuffs.

"I'm sure you'll figure something out," DJ sighed, already breathing heavily in heat. The action made her bosomy chest rise and fall dramatically. "Now stop wasting time and come ravage us. I've been dreaming about this ever since Valentine's."

You know how I told myself I would politely decline any arrangement for sex? Yeah, scratch that. DJ and Brooke were "Family". They didn't count.

I thrust upward a final time, grunting my orgasm into Dawn's ear as a quart of spunk flowed out of me and into her sucking pussy. Riding atop me, my girlfriend pressed her tits down against my chest and pulled herself tight against me with her arms hooked beneath my shoulders. Throwing her head back, she howled an unholy cry of pleasure. And she shuddered uncontrollably as a monster orgasm swept its way across her body.

Eventually, my spine went slack as I finished filling her up with my jism. A few seconds later, she dropped her face down onto the pillow, shaking erratically from her exertion and gasping for air.

"Oh, fuck!" Dawn sighed. "That was incredible."

"Uh-huh," I mumbled, still shaking a bit myself. I realized I was still holding onto the handle of the vibrator, the business end still buzzing several inches into Dawn's colon. Focusing what little energy I had left, I pulled it out and then let the device fall from my hands, still buzzing, onto the mattress.

"Fuckin' A..." Dawn gasped again, clenching her buttcheeks against the emptiness and collapsing onto my chest in exhaustion.

"Damn ... That was better than Brooke and DJ combined," I wheezed.

"I don't like trying to compare," Dawn giggled. "But thank you."

"You're incredible."

"I was inspired. Gawd, when you shoved that thing up my ass, I took off like I was on a space ship."

"I knew you'd like it," I wheezed, still with Dawn's weight pressing down on my chest. I cradled her head in my arm and stroked her spine with my other hand. "That's been a particular kink of yours for a while. Getting DP'd."

She chuckled, turning her face to mine. "It has been, hasn't it?"

I nodded. Nearly every spectacular orgasm I could remember her having in the last two months involved the double-penetration, usually from one of our sisters or even Adrienne wielding some plastic. "Maybe we shoulda brought one of the girls in here with a strap-on. Maybe even both of them so we coulda triple-teamed you."

"Ohhhh," Dawn moaned as if she just had another mini-orgasm. She put her face back down on the pillow, and for a minute or two, we both just concentrated on getting our breath back.

I lay there, enjoying the aftermath as my dick slowly softened inside her flooded canal. I continued rubbing her back, and used my other hand to stroke her hair. Our bodies were hot, sticky, and sweaty, but I felt so comfortable that I had absolutely no intention of ever moving for the rest of my life.

Eventually, though, Dawn moved. Taking a deep breath, she flipped her head around to look at me. Even then, she didn't say anything right away. I stared into her eyes, knowing there was something she wanted to ask me. So after another few seconds, I prompted her by saying, "Go ahead."

She smiled, pleased to know that we were on the same wavelength. Then taking a deep breath, she asked, "Can we do that again?"

I blinked, clenching my PC muscles and testing my hardness. "Uh, well, I might need a minute and a little encouragement. But sure, I'm up for another round."

Dawn was already shaking her head, telling me that I wasn't on the right track. She took a deep breath and said, "I mean ... with another man. I want to feel it, with two real, live dicks inside me. The way we did it that one time with Kenny and his stripper friends."

My eyebrows rose. Ever since that orgy over Winter Break, I had known in the back of my head that this would come up again. Dawn had simply enjoyed the experience way too much, and I'd told myself again and again that I would let her when the time came. After all, fair was fair, right?

But now that the moment was here, I hesitated. Was it so wrong for me to want her all to myself? Yeah, I shared her with plenty of other girls, but another man? Could I really do it?

You HAVE to, I told myself. You OWE this to her. After all the varied pussy she's let you have, it would be ridiculously hypocritical to stop her from allowing her to do the same. At least you've gone out of your way to not set the precedent of screwing around without her, excepting that one thing with Paige. She'll never go behind your back, and you'll always be present. You have to do this.

"Yeah," I said quickly, trying to make up for the hesitation. "Of course, of course. I promised you these experiences. I promised you these freedoms. And you've certainly been more than tolerant in letting me screw other girls. Fair is fair."

She nodded quickly. "You know I don't mind you screwing other girls. It's just sex. I know you LOVE me."

"I do," I stated firmly.

"And this is just sex for me. It doesn't mean you aren't enough for me or anything like that. Gawd. What we just did was absolutely mind blowing. It's just ... you don't have two dicks."

"Wouldn't that be a strange sight?" I deadpanned.

Dawn cracked a smile, appreciating my attempt at humor. "I'd never need or want to have sex with a man without you. I hope you know that. Straight one-on-one, you're it. Forever. But I have this craving ... I want to feel the double penetration, and while vibrators and strap-ons are nice..." She shrugged and trailed off for a second. "They're just not the real thing."

"I know. Well, I don't know. Not my particular thing you understand..."

Dawn giggled again.

"But I get it. And I'm open to this."

Dawn raised her eyebrows. "The only question is: who?"

Who indeed. Who on Planet Earth could I stand to watch stick his dick into MY Dawn? I winced, thinking about the situation. "It's not like you'd have much trouble seducing somebody..." I offered. "I mean, you let me hunt down girls that appeal to me. I guess it would only be fair to let you decide on a guy."

But Dawn shook her head. "This isn't about attraction. You're the only man for me," she said firmly. "I just need a live dick. If they could somehow make a dildo that could just feel more real ... and ... well, have a human being attached to it."

"Maybe find DJ and Brooke some sort of strap-on with a battery-operated heater and-"

She shook her head again. "No, the mental concept just doesn't do it. I guess I really do need to know and feel that it's a guy. I'll let you choose, really. I know this is something you'd have to be comfortable with. You've said 'fair is fair', but I think guys are a little more jealous about their girls with other men. And I know it can't be easy for you to see me with someone else."

"It isn't," I conceded. "But it's something I can handle. You've gone out of your way to assure me this won't change how much you love me."

"Actually, it'll make me love you even more."

I smiled. "So then, I've just got to figure out who."

"ME?" Bert gawked, his jaw on the floor as his eyes ping-ponged back and forth between me and Dawn.

"Simply enough, you're my friend, you've already had sex with her before, and I can trust you're not going to try and steal her from me or anything," I explained.

"Ohmigawd..." Bert breathed, still in utter and complete shock.

"If you want, I can hook you up with some of Lakhi's special ... uh... 'herbs' ... if you feel like they would take the edge off."

Bert blinked rapidly, gawking rather obviously at Dawn. She blushed under his heated stare, pinching her legs together and hugging her arms across her chest which had the unintended effect of presenting her cleavage on further display in her V-necked sweater. "Uh, yeah ... I think I'd need to," he stammered. But then he immediately shook his head and said, "Wait, wait. I'm not sure I could do this."

I sighed, worried that my one and only candidate wouldn't do this. There really was no one else in town I could easily handle having sex with Dawn. Maybe Ryan, but only because Dawn's ex-boyfriend of course had sex with her before, and I already knew that she would choose me over him. But Ryan was a completely ridiculous idea for a host of other reasons. Really, it was Bert or I'd have to find somebody else, and I really didn't want to do that.

"Please, Bert," Dawn said sweetly, reaching forward and putting her hand on his knee. "It would mean so much to me."

Beads of sweat started to form on his forehead. With his lower lip quivering, he stared my girlfriend right in the face and said, "The first time we did this, I was too drunk and naïve to understand what I was getting into. Now, I know exactly what I'm getting into, and quite frankly ... you're intimidatingly beautiful."

Dawn blushed at the compliment and looked down, unable to help but smile. Bert had come a long way from the sexually-inexperienced nerd we'd first met freshman year. He'd hooked up with a lot of exceedingly pretty girls, and for him to still be so in awe of Dawn made his statement that much more special.

"Still," Bert continued. "If it were just for you, I could do it. But I've got a girlfriend now."

"Invite her over, too," Dawn chirped, looking at me with fresh enthusiasm. "All four of us can play." She seemed relieved by the idea of bringing me another girl, as if to compensate for her sleeping with Bert.

"No way. Nuh-uh." Bert dashed that idea immediately. He gritted his teeth for a moment, and then looked pointedly at me. "No offense, buddy. But the last time I let my girlfriend sleep with you, she dumped me."

"Well, I don't think that was all my fault." I blushed, thinking of that swingers game with Bert and Robin.

"Okay, maybe not with Esther," Dawn conceded. "But are you sure you couldn't do it? Maybe if you asked her?"

Bert stared at my girlfriend again, and once again he allowed himself to let his eyes roam up and down her fabulous body. Feeling his gaze, she actually twisted and profiled herself for maximum appeal, as if he needed any further physical enticement.

"I don't know," he said after a minute. "Can I think about it?"

"Of course, of course," I said obligingly. "Take all the time you need." If nothing else, Dawn wouldn't have me trying to find another man until Bert actually said 'no'.

"I want to, Dawn," Bert said earnestly. "Please believe that."

She blushed and averted her eyes demurely, smiling in a way that was both alluring and aloof at the same time. "I don't doubt it."

Bert took a deep breath, and then exhaled slowly. And after another moment's thought, he turned to me. "Ben?"

"Hmm?"

"I think you'd better call Lakhi, just in case."

"Duuuude..." Bert sighed, already quite mellow.

"Wow..." I marveled in agreement, eyeballs immediately tracking up and down as I gawked at the beauty of my own girlfriend. "I think I need a hit of that."

Listlessly, Bert held out the glass of Indian Bhang milk and nearly dropped it before I could grab it from his fingers. I don't blame him. He was too busy ogling Dawn.

For the entire Saturday afternoon, we'd hung out as friends. We'd eaten pizza and chatted about whatever. We watched a movie, with Dawn sitting in the middle idly rubbing both of our thighs and occasionally blowing into Bert's ear. By the end of the movie, all he could really think about was fucking the gorgeous blonde that had been flirting with him for hours. And right then, she'd told us to fire up the Xbox while she went upstairs to get changed.

Both of our minds were upstairs. Our Halo characters were easy kills for the computer. Well, Bert had taken a few sips of Lakhi's "milkshake" and was already mellowing out as well.

Two minutes ago Dawn had called down the stairs and told us to sit at the dining table, putting on the blindfolds that she'd left there for us. We heard her come downstairs and walk past us into the kitchen. We heard the sounds of her rummaging around and glasses being poured. The anticipation had built and built. And ten seconds ago, she'd finally told us we could remove the blindfolds.

"Beer?" Dawn offered, cheerily raising a frosted mug filled three-quarters of the way with dark lager and topped over the rim with a thick layer of foam.

Neither of us was looking at the beer. It seemed like this was a semester for costumes, and Dawn had donned the attire of a German Beer Maiden. Her sunny blonde hair was parted down the middle and finished with braided pigtails that hung in front of each shoulder. Her boobs were thrust front and center in a white, scooped-neck blouse. Her dress had a bright blue skirt and a black top, cinched together around her midsection corset-style and stopped below her bosom to put her tits on even better display. Thigh-high white stockings covered her legs, ending with chunky black 4-inch pumps.

While Bert finally woke up to point to the table in front of him and let Dawn set down the beer, I took a sip of the milk. I don't know what exactly was in this strange Indian concoction of cannabis flowers, leaves, and various herbs, but it seemed to be putting Bert in a very good mood. It was also beginning to put me into a good mood, and I had nothing but a smile when my girlfriend came over to me and set down the second mug of beer.

"Is there anything else I can get for you guys?" she asked brightly, pinching her knees and elbows together and bending over at the waist, giving us an even better angle on her cleavage.

"Uh, no..." Bert fumbled, reacting more or less the way he would in a restaurant. "We're fine."

"Really?" Dawn pouted as if profoundly sad that she couldn't be of more assistance to us. "Are you sure there's nothing else I can do for you? I'd do anything make my customers happy."

I don't know whether it was the bhang or just the humor of the situation that got to me, but the first thought that came into my head also flew out of my mouth. "You know, my friend here has had a really stressful day," I commented. "If you'd really like to help, I think he'd love to have a blowjob."

"Really?" Dawn giggled excitedly, acting for all the world like an air-headed bimbo. "I can do that! Would you like that, sir?" she asked Bert innocently.

"Uh, sure," my buddy groaned, breathing heavily.

I reached out and hooked my foot underneath the crossbar of his chair, then physically dragged Bert away from the table about two feet and turning him around. Dawn helpfully picked up his beer and offered it to him, saying, "Take a drink of this. It's Augustiner Helles, and I think you'll find it the most delicious beer you've ever tasted."

Obediently, Bert accepted the mug and took a swig. At the same time, Dawn knelt down in front of him, gently prying open his jeans and then extracting out his rock hard dick. Unable to think of anything else, Bert took another drink, and another, all while Dawn breathed upon, then licked, and finally surrounded his dick with her mouth.

Years later, Bert STILL pronounced Augustiner Helles the greatest beer on Earth.

In the meantime, our night was just beginning.

Dawn spent a good five minutes sucking Bert, putting on a sensual performance that was more about titillation than pure pleasure. She didn't want to bring him off; she wanted to turn him on. And every intense stare from her sterling blue eyes and keening moan emanating from her mouth was perfectly tailored to maximize my buddy's arousal. She also tugged down the front of her blouse, enfolding his prick between her lush titties. When she stared up into his eyes and panted softly while slowly humping her breasts up and down his shaft, I nearly came just from watching it.

A strange thing happened over those five minutes: I stopped thinking about Dawn as my girlfriend. No, it's not like I forgot who she was or what she meant to me. But I divorced some of the emotional attachment from the sex act I saw in front of me. And instead of seeing my girlfriend, I instead just saw her as the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen.

Think of some of the hottest babes you've ever seen: pop singers, actresses, even porn stars. Pick out a ridiculously hot blonde from that array of beauties and imagine her wearing a slutty German barmaid outfit with the blouse pulled down so you can ogle her D-cup juggies. Picture her kneeling on the floor with a guy's dick between her tits, moaning as she tucks her head down to lick pre-cum oozing out of his tip and then sparkling her eyes at him as if delighted to taste the sweetest nectar in the universe.

It was like a porn scene in High Definition, with an even wider angle than IMAX and an even bigger screen than the biggest Plasma. It was real, only a few feet away, and watching it was nothing but a huge turn-on.

And then it got even better.

This hottest babe in the universe stopped blowing the other guy. She stood up, fixing me with an intense blue stare, and then she came over to me. Reaching down, she offered me her hand. And without even a microsecond's hesitation, I took it.

We returned to Bert, where Dawn reached out and took his hand as well. And while my best buddy and I gawked at each other like a pair of nerds who were caught in the middle of the luckiest night of their lives, Dawn led us up the stairs.

She was in charge the whole time. This night was Dawn's night. Bert and I were merely tools for her pleasure, giving when she wanted and taking when she told us to. We started with Dawn lying sideways across the bed, her head hanging upside down off the edge. After directing Bert to lift her skirt and begin lapping up the honey oozing out of her soaking wet pussy, she unzipped my jeans and fed my cock into her mouth, pulling on my asscheeks until I'd shoved the head of my throbbing prick all the way into her throat.

Bert sucked Dawn to two orgasms, her screams vibrating around my deep-throated dick. I pawed at her big tits while I stood next to the bed and face-fucked her. And after her second climax, she pushed me away and then ordered Bert to climb aboard and fuck her.

He did just that, rabbit-humping her for only about two minutes before whimpering that he was about to cum. Dawn quickly rolled him onto his back with two hands to the chest and then pounced on his waving prick, jacking his eruption into her waiting mouth and then showing him the collected cream before swallowing every drop.

Then it was my turn. Wriggling her ass at me, Dawn barked at me to come fill her up while she nursed Bert's dick back to health. I flipped up her skirt and doggy-fucked her to a brand new orgasm while she sucked on Bert's dick and moaned sultry promises that Bert was going to fuck her asshole next.

The filthy words alone coming out of Dawn's angelic face were enough to get Bert hard. Coupled with her hot mouth, stroking hands, and impish smile, my best buddy was stiffer than steel in record time. By the time I groaned and spurted my first load deep into the hot blonde's cunt, Bert himself was already lubed up and ready to go.

But even with the bhang chemicals working to relax him, Bert got a case of the nerves as Dawn had me lube up her butthole. Apologetically, he told her that he'd never had anal sex before.

Dawn just grinned. "It's only difficult if the girl has never done it before. As the guy, all you have to do is grab on and shove."

That's basically what Bert did. With Dawn on all fours, my best buddy grabbed onto her hips and shoved his thick prong three inches into her colon on the first thrust. Dawn howled in delight and then bent forward, sucking my dick until I was hard. She then told to me get up on my knees and ram my dick down her throat while holding her head so she could feel well and truly skewered at both ends.

Her barmaiden costume remained on the entire time. I think a black strap might have fallen down her shoulder once or twice, but that was it. Seeing her with those black heels, white stockings, and tits hanging out over the black corset was even hotter than nudity. And even though I wouldn't have changed my position for anything in the world, I wished there were two of me, just so the second me could stand next to the bed and watch the fully-clothed blonde babe getting roasted on a spit.

Bert's first anal ended with a massive explosion that filled up Dawn's rectum right about the same time I spunked straight down her throat. Tears began rolling out the corners of her eyes as she felt cum being poured in her gullet and up her bowels at the same time. And with my cock blocking her windpipe, she couldn't scream or even breathe.

No matter, her body quivered and then suddenly jerked as hard as I'd ever seen her jerk before. She would complain the next day about having a sore neck as if she'd gotten whiplash in a car accident. But for tonight, Dawn had nothing but a big smile as she finally tipped over and flopped onto her back across the mattress, limbs askew and leaking cum out of all three holes.

Even then, we weren't done. Bert and I finally stripped off the barmaiden costume and then carried Dawn into the bathroom. It took her a few minutes to recover, time during which Bert and I soaped up and cleaned every square inch of her body. But when she did recover, she went right back to horny slut full speed.

Bert and I ended up leaning against opposite walls of the shower with Dawn on her knees taking turns sucking each of us while jacking the other. Her makeup was starting to run as the hot water sprayed her head and upper body, but she didn't care, enthusiastically filling her mouth with cock over and over again.

We got out and dried off before either Bert or I prematurely busted our nuts, though. And then it was time for the final act.

Dawn pulled my head to hers and kissed me for the first time tonight, a surprisingly sedate kiss after the wildness of our evening. She hummed and then stared into my eyes for a good two seconds before saying in a deeply heartfelt voice, "Thank you, honey. Thank you for tonight. I love you."

Blinking in surprise, I nevertheless smiled warmly. Once again, Dawn was my girlfriend, and not just a hot, horny blonde babe. And all I needed to answer was, "I love you, too."

Pushing on my chest, Dawn then propelled me over to the bed and pushed me onto my back. Delicately taking hold of my erection, she positioned her pussy over me, and then slowly sank down until our loins were fully joined. Pressing her naked chest against mine, she articulated her hips in a gentle rocking motion as we kissed and made love for a brief couple of minutes amidst the rollicking fuckfest. And even though I hadn't been doing anything in particular to stimulate her to orgasm, she cried out a quiet climax and then put her face down on the pillow beside my head.

And together, we cuddled in silence.

"Okay, Bert," Dawn said a minute later as she picked her head up and turned to face him. "Lube me up again."

Obediently, Bert retrieved the Astroglide and squirted it onto his fingers. While he did his work, Dawn shuddered and then fixed me with an intense gaze. "I know you'd like being in the back door for this, but I want to look into your eyes when I cum."

I nodded agreeably and flexed my dick inside her pussy. "Sounds good to me."

A minute later, Dawn closed her eyes and sighed as Bert notched his prick into position and began pushing. Dawn's sphincter had closed up a bit during the shower, but she was still stretched out a bit and his entry was much easier the second time around.

Everyone got what they wanted this final round. With my Dawn kissing me and cooing in my ear, I got to make love with my girlfriend at least once tonight. And the feeling of filling her womb with my liquid essence was as blissful as floating away on a heavenly cloud.

Bert got to assfuck the hottest babe he'd ever laid eyes on ... twice. I can only imagine the mixed disbelief and exultant elation he felt as he hosed down her bowels once again.

And Dawn got the spectacular, monster orgasm that she'd been craving, the one she could only feel while having two live, throbbing dicks hosing down her innards at the same time.

Yeah, some might say that I should be jealous about another man cumming inside my girlfriend. But all I needed to see was the deliriously happy expression on her face as she came, knowing that I had helped make that happen for her. She deserved that happiness, and I always told myself would do anything to give it to her. I wasn't jealous; I was proud. Even when she let me fuck another girl, Dawn could see past the sex and know that I truly loved her. Now, I could do the same for her.

Besides, how many different pussies and asses had I creamed in the past few months alone?

Fair is fair.